mutza

in ultima perioada am cam avut parte de tot felul de…”chestii ciudate”: atitudini ciudate, prietenii ciudate, locuri ciudate, cadouri ciudate, vesti ciudate…mh, ma mir ca nu mi-am dat seama pana acum ca si eu sunt o ciudata, la urma urmei…numai ciudatzenii. whateva`.
intr-un an de zile am pierdut prieteni, i-am recastigat (missed you, crissu` ), am invatat sa ii apreciez pe cei care mi-au fost alaturi atunci cand am avut nevoie si mi-au dat si cate o palma sa ma trezesc din cele mai stupide ganduri (thanks, beibi ). totusi, sunt multi care nu ma vad asa cum sunt eu, voci care sustin ca as fi o “pitzi”. suuuper! not… imi pare rau sa dezamagesc acele “voci” dar…nu am niciun brand prin casa gen LV, Gucci, D&G, CK, nu merg la “shopping” la Milano, Londra, Paris and so on (abia daca ajung si eu pan` la Bucuresti de 2-3 ori pe an…cel mult ). cat despre cluburi…nu merg de 6 ori pe saptamana in Banbu sau orice alt club de fitze care o fi aici mai pe`aproape (same thing, shame on me…2-3 ori pe an ). si nu am avut pana acum vreun prieten care sa arunce cu bani in stanga si-n dreapta. i love normal people!!! pentru simplul fapt ca exista lucruri mult mai importante care-mi atrag atentia.
ah…ca le spun prietenilor “beibi, copil, pupicel, te iubesc etc etc” nu mi se pare un argument destul de puternic pentru a fi trecuta in randul pitzipoancelor. sunt doar alintata asa ca, “mai pisi, care esti”, daca nu sunt ca tine, nu inseamna ca nu exist. si daca asta ma face “pitzi” sau “ciudatenie a naturii”, so be it!
stiu si ce urmeaza sa zici: “so…you think you`re pretty clever, huh?!”
iar raspunsul meu va fi: “oh no! no no…i`m pretty AND clever! ”
nu poti fi pe placul tuturor si cel mai bine e sa-ti vezi de lungul nasului.
cat despre frazele in engleza, imi cer scuze fata de cei care nu reusesc sa le descifreze. e o obisnuintza…face parte din partea mea mai…”pitzi” la naiba, fata!

be jealous! but i know you miss this place…[hugs]

when the earth was still flat
and the clouds made of fire
and mountains stretched up to the sky
sometimes higher
folks roamed the earth
like big rolling kegs
they had two sets of arms
they had two sets of legs
they had two faces peering
out of one giant head
so they could watch all around them
as they talked while they read
and they never knew nothing of love
it was before…
the origin of love
the origin of love

now there were three sexes then
one that looked like two men
glued up back to back
called the children of the sun
and similar in shape and girth
were the children of the earth
they looked like
two girls rolled up in one
and the children of the moon
was like a fork shoved on a spoon
they were part sun, part earth
part daughter, part son

the origin of love

now the gods grew quite scared
of our strength and defiance
and Thor said,
“i’m gonna kill them all with my hammer,
like i killed the giants”
but Zeus said, “no-
you better let me
use my lightning like scissors
like i cut the legs off the whales
dinosaurs into lizards”
then he grabbed up some bolts
he let out a laugh
said, “i’ll split them right down the middle
gonna cut them right up in half”
and then storm clouds gathered above
into great balls of fire

and then fire shot down
from the sky in bolts
like shining blades of a knife
and it ripped right through the flesh
of the children of the sun and the moon and the earth
and some Indian god
sewed the up into a hole
pulled it round to our belly
to remind us of the price we pay
and Osiris and the gods of the Nile
gathered up a big storm
to blow a hurricane
to scatter us away
in a flood of wind and rain
a sea of tidal waves
to wash us all away
and if we don’t behave
they’ll cut us down again
and we’ll be hopping ’round on one foot
and looking through one eye

last time i saw you
we had just split in two
you were looking at me
i was looking at you
you had a way so familiar
but i could not recognize
’cause you had blood on your face
i had blood in my eyes
but i could swear by your expression
that the pain down in your soul
was the same as the one down in mine
that’s the pain
that cuts a straight line down through the heart
we call it love
we wrapped our arms around each other
tried to shove ourselves back together
we were making love
making love
it was a cold, dark evening
such a long time ago
when by the mighty hand of Jove
it was the sad story how we became
lonely two-legged creatures
it’s the story of the origin of love
that’s the origin of love

the origin of love
the origin of love
the origin of love